If you walk for about 10 minutes through the north exit of Daeshinjeon, you will find the only green grove in Elia.
Vera stood in the middle of the woods and looked at the hut in front of him.
An old hut that has been empty for a long time.
In addition to the cobwebs strewn here and there and the white dust that settled on the railing, things like a shabby door that fell off halfway harmonized, and the atmosphere that flowed out had a very eerie aura.
This was the abode of Vera from now on.
Vera drew a satisfied smile on his lips as he looked at the secluded hut and the dense trees around it.
I was recommended to stay in a temple with convenient facilities, but there was a reason I had to refuse him and come here.
‘I’m not going to get mentally ill.’
The shrine’s dormitory, like any other building in the Holy Kingdom, was covered in pure white.
Not only is the building white, but all the equipment placed inside it is also white.
Vera couldn’t afford to live on his own in an all-white place.
“Are you really okay with a place like this?”
Vera’s head turned to the side.
At the end of the line of sight is the leader of the Paladins who had battled until the last minute.
It was a middle-aged man with straight straw-colored hair, Norn.
“Yes, I like it because it’s quiet.”
“I’m glad if you’re satisfied… Still, I need a place to fix it, so I’ll send someone.”
“thank you.”
“Then I will go back. If you need anything, please let me know.”
“Yes.”
After the brief conversation, Norn moved away.
Vera looked at the Norn as he walked away, then walked to the hut and opened the door.
A ‘squeak’ followed, and Vera’s brow furrowed at the sight of the hut that was revealed behind him.
‘… exactly.’
It looked like it might need repair.
Vera, with such thoughts in mind, soon found a table placed in the middle of the hut, and headed towards it and put his buttocks on the chair.
As he moved, Vera’s expression began to subside as he remembered what had happened before he got here, shortly after a moment as he brushed off the dust by hand.
The question and answer that followed the confrontation with Bargo. At the end, he remembered himself spitting out words drunk with emotion, and his complexion became so subdued.
‘An old man like a snake.’
Bargo finally pulled the words out of Vera’s heart.
After giggling for a long time about what was so funny, Bargo turned around and disappeared, leaving only the words, ‘Wherever you go, try your best.’
After that, it was the Norn who had been with him until the very moment who guided him.
As he continued his thoughts, Vera took a short breath, quelling the rising rage.
‘… First of all, the results were good.’
What Bargo’s attitude implied was a clear sense of acceptance. Bargo must have allowed his naturalization. So it must have been that he gave up his place here.
Judging from the results, the progress was not bad. Isn’t that the first step towards a goal?
The old-fashioned vulture brought up a feeling of anger, but Vera wasn’t stupid enough to let it go wrong.
Vera sat cross-legged, contemplating.
What to do from now on.
‘Apostle training.’
In order to be recognized as an apostolic and to lead the procession of the escort of the saint, the ceremony had to be performed.
Vera was well aware of the apostle’s training as it is always a topic of discussion when talking about the Holy Kingdom.
As a proof ceremony to be performed by the nine apostles who were chosen by the nine gods, the platinum rosary worn by the saint in her last life was a token given to the apostle who had completed the apostle training.
‘The question is, what kind of trials are coming?’
Apostolic training is a ritual that proves itself by overcoming the trials of God through revelation.
From https://noblemtl.com
Of course, the content of the ordeal given by God changes each time.
The time it takes to complete the ordeal will vary accordingly.
Fifty years ago, Bargo St. Rohr, who is now the prosperous one, received a revelation to judge the evils of the continent, and traveled around the continent for about 10 years, creating a legend.
The twins who are now guarding the castle gates were guarding that place to realize what the true meaning of guardianship was.
In Vera’s mind as he continued to think, the saint’s face suddenly flashed past.
‘The ordeal given to the saint… .’
Perhaps she had heard her secrets as if passing by in a previous life. it must have been
Vera’s hand took the form of a clenched fist.
‘… It must be completed within four years.’
His ordeal had to end there.
A saint who has received the stigma and entered the Holy Land will be tried and go to the gutter.
Vera did not want to leave her alone in the place. When she stopped there, she had to stay by her side.
Didn’t you promise to live this second life like that?
Vera exhaled briefly, then stood up.
Norn informed me that the revelation would be held as soon as the preparations were completed in a week or so.
Vera remembered what he had to do by then.
– You look like a hot dog.
Bargo’s words.
It was a statement that completely denied my life, but nonetheless, it was something I could not refute.
Vera stretched out his palms, staring blankly at him, contemplating.
It’s always a stolen hand. It was a life with a sword that steals over it.
However, it had to be different now.
He was standing next to her. What you have to do is protect, not steal.
With the sword in this hand, I had to protect her according to the oath engraved in my soul.
Again, Vargo’s words flashed through Vera’s head.
‘Form (form), meaning (will).’
Again, Vera’s fists clenched.
‘… I’ll do it.’
I’ll put it all in. I will laugh at you for stretching out with something so easy.
Vera did not have failure in mind.
For Vera, slashing was still something he was most proud of.
*
In the middle of the Great Hall, there was Trevo praying on the mural of the gods.
Vera let out a small sigh, barely finding him.
It wasn’t too difficult to find. A presence that cannot be felt even when it is in front of you. That’s because that was the problem.
No matter who passed by, the answer was that it would be somewhere in Daeshinjeon, and this is what I finally found after walking endlessly.
The reason I found Trevo… It was to learn the martial arts.
The brother and righteousness that Bargo said.
He thought that the most obvious way to melt it into swordsmanship was s*x fighting, so he went to Norn to learn him, but he shook his head and expressed his refusal and the person he recommended was Trevo.
– The Apostle’s fighting technique is different from the general fighting technique. Apostle Trevor knows better about this.
How ridiculous was that when you heard that?
– Didn’t you know? Trevor is also an apostle. He is the one who has been given the stigma of wisdom.
Since you said you were the custodian of the Great Hall of Fame, how could you have known?
Hearing this, Vera once more recalled the thoughts he had in mind when he first came here.
‘The gods are assholes.’
How did the standards for stigma come down, and the apostles are all monsters.
Vera sighed deeply at the thought, followed by loud footsteps as he approached Trevor.
Trevor turned his head right after that.
“Oh, Vera. How have you been at peace?”
“Nice to meet you.”
Vera responded to Trevor’s words with a slight nod, followed by a quick speech.
It was inconsistent with Vera’s disposition to be rude and polite.
“I wanted to learn the martial arts, so while I was inquiring about it, I heard that Trevo-sama would know him well, so I’m here to meet you. Could you please teach me?”
“ah.”
long words. Trevo let out a small sound at him and then nodded with a soft smile.
“Really, you have come to me. s*x fighting using stigmata is a field that ordinary paladins would not be familiar with.”
Trevo said so and got up, then extended his hand inward and continued.
“How about we go in and talk?”
Vera nodded at him and followed Trevor.
*
After walking for a long time into the temple, Vera, who arrived in a room in the depths, raised his doubts in the sight that unfolded before his eyes.
‘The lab?’
The place we arrived at with Trevor’s guidance was the right place to describe it.
In addition to equipment such as flasks and reagents placed here and there, the scrolls attached to the wall were creating such an atmosphere.
Trevor responded with a small smile when he saw Vera looking around the room in full swing.
“Isn’t it a little messy? I’m in the midst of being in the midst of a s*xual law that I’m researching.”
“Sacred magic… mean?”
“Yes, it is a technique necessary to reinforce the margins.”
At Trevor’s words, Vera’s head nodded.
Bong Margin.
A barrier of transcendental grade that surrounds the Holy Kingdom Elia.
It was a barrier that made Elia an impregnable fortress, absorbing all magical shocks from the outside.
“Is Trevo in charge of it?”
“Yes, it is a task that those who receive the stigma of wisdom will pass on from generation to generation.”
Trevor said so, cleared the table in a corner, and led Vera there before continuing.
“So, you have a question about s*x fighting.”
“Yes, Sir Norn said that Trevor knows best about the Apostle’s fighting skills.”
“A shameful word.”
Trevo, who smirked at the words spoken to him, continued his speech by placing his arms on the table and clenching his chin.
“Hmm… First of all, how much do you know about s*x fighting, Vera?”
“I know it as a rigid body art that uses the divine to strengthen the body.”
Vera said so and looked at Trevo.
In fact, even Vera didn’t know the details of s*x fighting.
In my previous life, I searched for information for a long time to better use the stigmata, but it was not easy to access due to the closed nature of Seongguk.
It was information that could be found by digging into it, but there were some things that I did not delve deeply into because it could become difficult if my existence became known to the Holy Kingdom while digging into him.
Trevor’s answer continued while he was thinking about it.
“Yeah, what… Normal s*x fighting is not much different from what Vera knows. It is similar to rigid body art using the mana of knights.”
A word that affirms Vera’s words.
“However.”
He had one clue.
Trevor changed his posture while saying that, and extended his hands forward to form a fist.
“It would be a different story if there were stigmata involved.”
Divinity arose from Trevo.
It was a deity that was blue, shining like the sea on a summer day.
Divinity is intertwined and turned into lines of multiple strokes.
The divinity transformed into lines is engraved on the body like a tattoo.
Vera’s eyes began to take on great shapes in the use of divinity he had never seen before.
It was natural. Until now, the only way Vera used the stigmata was to amplify the divinity in me to the point of flowing out, so such a method comes as a surprise.
Trevor looked at Vera’s face full of surprise and spoke in a cheerful tone.
“If you graft the stigma into the art of fighting, you can put power in the divine.”
Dear god, sex fighting hahaha I can’t.